The stories and pictures presented here are mostly of my family members, all long dead. A few non-family people with interesting stories are also featured. All could easily be forgotten but I don't want that to happen. Here you'll see the good and the bad, the serious and the funny.
Genealogical data and sources can be found on Rootsweb.com in the old WorldConnect, now Family Tree, section. For more information contact me at Snibbod1@aol.com.

Monday, January 8, 2018

If I had to characterize my first impression of college, I would have to be honest and say that my matriculation to George Pepperdine College, which took place in the fall of 1953, was the real beginning with my love affair of Progressive Jazz.

I did not know of Mr. Onderwyzer, who over time was the owner of three jazz clubs - Shelly's Manne Hole, The Lighthouse, and Hop Singh's. But what I did learn yesterday is that it was he who brought the venues into being featured progressive Jazz in Los Angeles. It was new, and trendy, and cool, and it touched my soul then and has stayed there for well over sixty years.

I was lucky that my college was so close to these venues. I saw musicians like Shelly Mann, Charlie Bird, Dave Brubeck, Gerry Mulligan, Stan Getz, Cal Tjader, Oscar Peterson, Chet Baker, Chico Hamilton, Herbie Mann, Freddy Katz - and others make music that is still my choice of listening pleasure. I'll venture to say that there are many others beside me who still feel that cool jazz running through their veins.

Mr. Onderwyzer later was aware of the changes in the music market, and when the cool jazz market changed, he retired as a Jazz club owner. I did not know of Mr. Onderwyzer until his picture and bio ran in the Los Angeles Times yesterday announcing his death on October 10, 2017. I wish I had been able to tell him what an impact his life and love of music has made in my life. His family, should they accidentally stumble over this blog as they nose around online, will understand my feelings for Rudolph Onderwyzer and it is true, as his obituary ends with.. "He will be remembered by not only his children, but all the people whose lives his Jazz clubs and the music touched. You will be missed, Rudolph Marco Onderwyzer. Rest in Peace."

Mr. Onderwyzer really is not an "Immortal Nobody." He definitely is a Somebody, but I just didn't know it.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

DOROTHY DOBBINS KRETSCHMER

20 May 1904 - 15 October 1997

My dad's older sister, born in Las Animas Colorado, became the family storyteller. I'd like to share a bit of her written legacy - bits and pieces of what it was like growing up in the dry land farming area.

My parents, Maude McConnell and
Scott W. Dobbins, were married December 28, 1898, in Colorado Springs,
Colorado. They met the year before when
Papa and his brother Gaston were members of the Midland Band in Colorado
Springs, playing during the summer in Stratton Park. His family lived in Las Animas, Colorado, his
father a rancher.

The
wedding was held in Colorado Springs at the home of Lillie McCammon, Mama's
widowed sister, with family and friends present, her mother Frances McConnell,
brother Bert, Aunt Lillie's children, Hazel age 10, Floyd 8 and Frank 6. Papa's brother Gaston was there. His parents were unable to come because of
illness. The young couple would live in
Las Amimas on the ranch.

~o~

Ranch life was a new experience
for Mama, different from farm life as a child and city life as a young
woman. She would become an expert in the
ten years they lived there. I arrived on
the scene May 20, 1904, Dorothy Caroline, and was born in town rather than the
ranch. My grandfather had died early in
1904 and Grandma soon moved back to Kansas to live. Uncle Gaston married Sophie Swanson in
1901. She was born in Sweden, came to
Omaha, Nebraska when she was 22 years old.
She had a friend in Las Animas whom she visited and that is how they
met.

Papa
raised hay and grain for the stock, and garden vegetables and melons. Mamma's very graphic accounts of ranch life
never failed to entertain us, the one most exciting was of a bull snake who
shared the kitchen with the family for a very short while! It was an adobe house and over the kitchen
door was a hollowed out place where he lay at times. Mama's ultimatum was "Either he goes or
I go", so Mr. Snake went. There was
a pet goat and sheep always into some sort of mischief. One year Papa raised some prize melons which
he planned to enter in the county fair.
A day or so before the fair opened the goat got in the melon patch and
took a bite out of every one of the choice melons! Papa was so angry he could have killed
him. By the time he caught up with him
his anger had cooled. Lucky goat!

We
had two dogs, Beppo, a large shaggy spaniel type, and Tatters, a little
short-haired Mexican dog. Both were my
constant companions. One day I took a
walk down the road, wandering too far. When
I was missed, Papa got on his horse and found us near the river! That was a no-no; a whack on the seat of my
pants was a reminder not to venture so far away again.

~o~

Nearly every
Saturday night Papa and his orchestra played for country dances held in various
places. Papa played the cornet, Ed
Simons the piano, his brother Clyde the violin.
Everyone young and old were there.
The little ones were bedded down at one end of the dance hall, older
children amused themselves or watched the grownups dance. Hazel was about sixteen when allowed to
dance. The boys thought it was boring,
Mama said! Papa didn't dance. Mama said she always had plenty of partners
for dancing.

The
years passed. Papa decided to give up
ranching and moved the family in town in the early summer of 1908. A new baby was expected; my brother Scott
Walter was born July 1st. Everyone was
happy. Mama said I went to all the
neighbors, telling them about my baby brother.
I called him Buzz, as did the family.
He carried the name on into late life, he is still Buzz to me. As a little boy he had curly golden hair and
brown eyes. As he grew older his hair
was dark brown. My hair was brown and
straight as a string, my eyes brown.
Mama had black curly hair, brown eyes and fair skin. Papa had blond or light brown hair and blue
eyes. I think I resemble his family and
Buzz our mother's.

Papa
continued playing in the orchestra. They
did the dances and in addition they played at the moving picture theatre five
nights weekly. When we were old enough
to go, our friends envied us. We got in
free. Papa worked in a furniture store for
several years and later was in real estate for dry land farming. I remember going with him in the horse and
buggy out south of town to see some of the farmers.

Grandma McConnell (Bonnie) came
to visit us in Las Animas often, usually staying a month or so. She always brought her featherbed rolled up,
wrapped in canvas and tied with a rope.
What a treat for Buzz and me to snuggle up with Bonnie in that feathery
heaven. Once in a while Grandma Dobbins
came to visit while Bonnie was with us.
There was some rivalry between them but they usually enjoyed each
other. Since we saw more of Bonnie we
felt closer to her. Bonnie lived in a
little three room house half way up the alley from the Wheelers. Uncle Charlie
owned a lot on the street north of them.
He built a house to sell and on the back of the lot he built Grandma's
house. I spent many happy vacations
visiting them.

We
had a variety of pets, dogs, puppies, cats, kittens, chickens, ducks, fish,
guinea pigs, polliwogs who lost their tails and became little toads and hopped
away. One summer the little ducks
followed the dripping ice wagon and we had to gather them up and take them
home. Hortense, a large black and white
mongrel whose favorite pastime was climbing a tree in front of our house. A nameless cat I loved to dress in my doll
clothes and wheel about in my doll buggy.
One episode ended when a strange dog came along barking, scared the cat
who jumped out of the buggy and climbed up the nearest light pole, clothes in
shreds. During the melee, dog barking,
me yelling, cat yowling, Papa came to the rescue of the cat. Then my ever-patient father lost his patience
and I got a spanking but good.

A
favorite chicken, Josephine, grew up to be a beautiful rooster, who any time
the screen door was left ajar, came in and made himself at home on the
couch. Wow! that made trouble for
chicken and kids. Towsie, a beloved mama
dog who kept us supplied with puppies, a mama cat who abandoned her five babies
and we were unsuccessful as foster parents.
Freckles was a battle-scarred reddish cat that was really a rogue. He would be gone for days, dragging himself
home to recuperate. Mama would nurse him
back to health, only for him to repeat the performance time after time. Our last dog followed Buzz home one day. He named her Sport. We soon learned she would be having
puppies. She was a beautiful tan and
white, short-haired, nondescript breed, a big dog with a happy disposition
everyone loved. She followed Buzz
wherever he went. One Saturday night he went
to the picture show and when he came out Sport wasn't there. When he got home Sport was having her
puppies. By morning there were four
darling puppies looking much like their mother.
They thrived with Sport's loving care and the attention of family and
boarders. We had no trouble finding
homes for them.